Me PETRIASLAK, me Lapland-born, Tampere-based, multidisciplinary fine artist. Me is audhd. Me like fish. Me like potato. Me like how the sun feels on my bare ass. Me like phenomenology fried with heuristics with mustard and ketchup.
Hang it on your wall.
Use it in your book.
See it in an exhibition.
Ignore it, hate it, love it.
Stumble into it in the dark.
Feel the pain and cry about it.
Blame me. Blame yourself.
Switch the light on.
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Form or media does not matter.
But they are the matter.
They emerge from lived experience.
I try to make sense of a world that resists understanding.
My art is an exercise in futility.
But you either exercise or atrophy.
.
.
Perhaps it’s not so futile after all…
My thoughts stumble,
clumsy, toward
the bog-dead scrubland.
In the sour air,
the cottongrass stands—
the kind the wind never moves.
The flies’ buzzing echo
doesn’t stop,
even though everything
else is silent.
And there is no warmth
in the midday heat.
Humour has no place in Serious Art. One has to be solemn, stylish, marketable and preferably little bit dead inside. Time to market! Churn! profitability!
It is a warm and cosy place to be. Up ones own arse. That is my aim point too, right next to my prostate. Engagement! Omni-channel! Reach! branded voice! relatable!